To Catch The Runaway Bride の小説・ストーリー

I still couldn’t get myself to believe it, while other women had thrown themselves at me in the past, Aria Kostas literally chose to run away from her life and home just to escape me. Now, she had just turned herself into a package that I’m even more desperate to get my hands on. “Tell my papa what happened. The rest of the guests should disperse. The bride had a health emergency or any other excuse you can think of.” I instructed. Carlo nodded his understanding. “Any info on who deflated my tires?” I asked. He nodded. “Some old beggar that was tipped a $100 by an anonymous man. He described the man, but it wasn’t something we could work with.”

But it became an obsession. I even hired a private investigator. Top-tier. Discreet. But they came up with nothing. No Belle who matched her face, her height, her build. No trace. Until today. My phone buzzed. A news alert from a gossip site I usually ignored. But the headline made my stomach twist: Runaway Bride Caught Clubbing in L.A. – Shocking Twist in Billionaire Daniel Cross’s Canceled Wedding My chest tightened. I clicked it, expecting a generic scandal. But then—

The Crowned One moved closer, his nails clattering like tiny bone bells. Camela took a cautious step back. The lead bride whispered, “Don’t” Without thinking, she ran. The shore tilted beneath her as each foot struck down heavily against the pull of the tide. The sound of rattling nails grew louder, matching her racing heartbeat. The brides screamed—not out of fear, but with excitement. “Run, sister! Let it hunt you!” The wind howled fiercely while waves slammed against the cliff, splashing dark foam on her face. Once again, she heard the whisper to her left, and this time it was clearer.

What began as a couple hundred followers had swelled into hundreds of thousands. Tom appeared on the big screen, his face full of tenderness. "My dearest Liz," he said, "the day you finally become my bride… I'm no longer here. But I'm so glad you came. That you granted me this final wish. Let's be husband and wife in our next lives. Goodbye." Tears streamed down my face. I stared at the screen and cursed him. "This is the eleventh time you've bailed on our wedding. In the next life, I swear, I won't let you off that easily."

The tension in the room thickens as he closes the distance between us. “You.” I flinch. His fingers ghost over my jaw, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “You were supposed to be mine, dolcezza.” His voice is lower now, rougher, edged with something bitter, something unforgiving. “You were going to be my bride.” My throat tightens. Memories crash into me, unbidden. The church. The white dress. The way his hands had trembled when he reached for me. The look in his eyes when I turned my back on him and ran.

Especially not Stella. But then, the whispers started as I began to walk down. “She should really change. It’s rude to the bride,” one woman muttered, her lip curling as she leaned toward her friend. “Doesn’t she know it’s not her day?” Around them, heads turned, whispers spreading like wildfire. A few exchanged glances, their expressions filled with judgement. I stopped in my tracks as their words filled my ears. They thought Stella was the bride. Most of these people had been invited by Leo's family, since I had no one on my side, so they didn't know who the bride was.

“I've learnt things the hard way, I once trusted a man and he took everything away from me. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces and when I'm done he won't know what hit him.” “How do you plan on doing it?” Levi asked. I smirked, “by doing what they thought I'd never do. I'll start my own business and become extremely successful. Successful enough for them to see me everywhere they go and I'm going to make sure they all regret the day they took me for granted.” “But that's enough info about me. What happened to your runaway bride?" I asked. Levi shrugged. "I don't know. She just left, with no note and no calls. And now I'm in a bit of a bind."

But there was no time to think. Only one question mattered now How do we get past them? We tried to come up with a plan. But nothing came. Nothing that would work. Then We saw a bride. An idea sparked instantly. “We need their help,” I said. We rushed toward them. “They won’t check the bride,” I whispered quickly. “The husband is supposed to see her face first.” It was a tradition. One they wouldn’t dare break. But the family refused. “No,” they said firmly. “This is not proper.”

His words rushed out, one over the other, desperation creeping in. Because now— He knew. Something was definitely wrong. But Jonathan wasn’t listening. Or maybe— He was. And that was exactly why he refused to stay. The headlights came on. Bright. Blinding for a second. Then— In one smooth, decisive movement— He reversed. Fast. Before Matilda could even reach him. “Honk! Honk!” The sharp sound cut through the air. The gate opened in a hurry. And without hesitation— Jonathan drove out. Gone.

How are we supposed to pass? ​ I am Rowan Prescott, and I will get my wife no matter what. When we get to the departure gate, I speak to the man at the counter and tell him who I am and why I need to go, and he lets me in. ​ Then I see her. ​ The same oversized hoodie she was wearing in the picture. A flash of her blonde hair. She’s heading towards the gate. ​ I shout out to her, but she doesn’t stop. Then I run towards her and spin her around. But I realize she is not Sloane.